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There’s alwes smtin missin in life aint it…..jus read this quote in the paper today… “The irony of life is that no one gets out of it alive”

Its been 2 weeks of runnin around for me… the reason being tandav… gec’s first ever intra college fun festival!! It was a lot of fun…all those preparations…running around. Discussions... meetings...arguments…fights (;)) all of it. N at the end a “great event”

The satisfaction we felt at the end of the day has no match!

All those tiny words of appreciation from all the well-wishers n even those who were nt so much well wishers... the pats on the back frm the professors. M I glad we did it!

After the end of it all now gotta get bac to books! Have to!!!!!!!!

(Why do we have exams!!??!!)

m supposed to be peaceful now wid no immediate worries or deadlines. But m not. There is this restlessness inside, a discomfort, smtin within that says “kuch kami hai “ yaar.

These are times that I call pauses. The pause between one task n the other. N I alwes find myself goin thru the same things in these pauses!

M nt supposed to be pourin out such things lyk this! I have no idea y I am!

They say its more discomforting not to be able to understand urself than nt bein able to be understood by others. When I write this I feel a stranger to myself. The person who writes n the person who feels are two different personas. One’s tranquil the other turmoil……….a coin alwes has two sides, n so do most things in d world! It’s easier to tackle wid those, but wat when there are more?

Life is a baffling riddle! More u think u solved it…more flummoxed it gets. M havin a katzenjammer--brouhaha of questions, of answers ….of words told-untold!

My heart at the moment is like deep sea…….placid at the top, tumultuous within!!

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